Melanie

Twelve

I was getting set to see Amy's parents for the first time since Amy's death just before the weekend. I was worried about what they thought of me after they lost their only, loving daughter. I was quite sure things hadn't been the same since, and they couldn't have another child because of their age.

It was late at night, and I was venting my concerns while overthinking what I should say. I was told that they would despise me for this because of who I am, but it was not my desire for their daughter to be murdered by some odd suspect who no one knew who it was.

The coach spoke with me once I returned to practice for skipping practices and a game. I didn't face any punishments, but I was held accountable for doing things better. Coach was already aware that losing someone I cared about was the most traumatic thing I had ever experienced, and that it had an emotional impact on my mental health. I also notified my mother that I would be visiting Amy's parents to discuss the coincidence.

I was on my way there on foot. I was standing in front of their luxurious home. Keith, when I knocked on the door, the same bodyguard responded. He wasn't smiling when he looked at me this time. He appeared to be really melancholy. I told him I needed to talk to her parents. He nodded and then allowed me in.

I came in and went to the couch to wait for them. Mister and Misses Keens were eating dinner and should have finished by now. I was going through Tik Tok on my phone. As they roamed around the spacious living room, I heard them calling my name. They were dressed comfortably and stood there. It was the first time I saw them without their fancy lawyer clothes.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, Dax," they said together. They were both glancing at me and back at each other. I sighed deeply and recounted what had happened. I talked honestly to them, yet I could see the grief in their eyes. They didn't appear to be satisfied either.

"You should have protected my daughter," Mrs. Keens said, her arms crossed. "You made her the happiest she could possibly be."

"I completely understand, Mrs. Keens," I responded. "I had no notion she'd be murdered that night when I saw her body. The cops believe I am the suspect, although I have informed them I am not. I kept recalling the recollections that had hit me so hard. I started crying, just like Mrs. Keens. It broke her, but not Mr. Keen. This time he appeared agitated.

"How come you didn't save her?" Mrs. Keens sobbed.

"It's not my fault, but I did my best, but..." My voice broke as I said.

"You caused us to lose our very own daughter, and we talked about how we would never trust you again until we found out who murdered our loving cake," Mr. Keen said. "I believe it's best if you go now, but thank you for coming." They hate me now, as I would expect. They were trying to evict me because they didn't believe I was attempting to save her, but it was too late. Nobody thought she'd be murdered that night.

I abruptly rose from the couch and exited the home. It looked like I would never return to this house. Some people are challenging to forgive, but it was tough to lose someone you cared for the most. I did my part and tried my best to tell them the truth, but I did it. They would never talk to me again in their lives.

As I continued walking in the wind, I exited the home. The leaves were changing autumn colors. It was rather wonderful. On the way home, as I continued walking, I noticed Jake strolling alone. Why was he by himself?

"Jake?" I called his name. He gazed at me as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. He didn't move an inch. I ran up to him and smelled cannabis. He appeared to be back on drugs. No way, dude.

"Did you use weed?" I inquired about him. He seemed to be on drugs, again.

"I am," he confirmed. "Rosalia just broke up with me, so why not?"